From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 96

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Once Cast–Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen

Chapter 96 Keep Holding Onto My Past

After all, Aella wasn’t the one at fault.

Running away wouldn’t fix anything.

Aella took a deep breath, opened the door, and met Tyrone’s dark, unreadable eyes.

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They hadn’t seen each other in a long time, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. They just stood there, staring.

Aella used to be lively and talkative; she used to follow Tyrone around, always chattering. But now, she was silent and distant.

And Tyrone, who used to be cold and distant whenever Aella was around, was now holding a cake and walking up to her.

One stood inside. The other outside.

Tyrone finally said, softly, “Happy birthday.”

Aella’s eyes dropped to the cake in his hands.

Tyrone followed her down.

gaze

In an instant, memories flashed through her mind–beaches, cruise ships, flowers, a blueberry cake, and those glowing social media posts with the word “love.”

Her chest tightened, her heart twisting until her face went pale.

Tyrone spoke again, his tone gentle. “It’s your favorite–matcha cake. I brought it all the way from Vleka.”

Aella’s expression hardened. She pointed toward the hallway. “Take it away.”

Tyrone frowned slightly, then lifted a foot as if to come inside.

That movement broke her restraint.

She stepped forward and grabbed the cake from him, her voice sharp. “I said, take it away!”

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Tyrone set the cake down, closed the door behind him, and caught her wrist before she could

move.

“I took a red–eye flight to be here for your birthday,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “And this is

you greet me?”

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Finished

Aella stared at the cake on the coffee table, her emotions unraveling.

Like someone possessed, she tried to throw it out, but Tyrone pulled her into his arms, holding her tight.

They struggled against each other, the tension between them snapping like a wire pulled too tight.

Aella fought back, shouting, “I don’t need you spending my birthday with me ever again. I’ll never touch anything that comes from you!”

Tyrone gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Aella,” he said, voice low, “we’re husband and wife, not enemies. How long are you going to keep this up?”

Aella’s eyes filled with tears, her lashes trembling.

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Tyrone’s expression darkened.

He took a step toward her. “If you’re willing, we can still fix this.”

Aella’s voice rose, sharp and clear. “I’m not willing!”

Tyrone’s face fell, exhaustion written all over it.

He reached out for her hand, but she shoved him hard. “My lawyer’s already submitted proof of your affair to the court. The hearing’s next week. If you don’t show up, I’ll make sure you see what it means when I fight back!”

Tyrone’s brow furrowed. “You gathered evidence?”

Aella’s tone went cold. “If you agree to a divorce settlement, that evidence won’t matter.”

The air between them grew thick and suffocating.

Tyrone grabbed the cake and placed it outside the door.

Then, closing the door again, he said in a calm, measured voice, “The cake’s gone. Can we at least sit and talk?”

Expressionless, Aella turned her face away. “There’s nothing left to say. Leave.”

Tyrone studied her quietly, conflicted.

He reached up to brush a strand of hair from her cheek, but she slapped his hand away in disgust.

He caught her arm again, pulling her roughly into his arms.

Ignoring her resistance, he held her tighter, feeling how fragile and thin she’d become.

A dull ache spread through his chest.

His voice came out low and husky. “Aella,” he said, “everyone has a past. Zera and the child are part of mine. You don’t have to keep holding onto my past.”

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